Syracuse, N.Y. -- We now have an addition to that list of the world’s greatest mysteries because right there between Area 51 and Sasquatch sits Roberto Alomar, who’s been told to chill for another year (at least) before he takes his rightful position in baseball’s Hall of Fame.

Forget wondering about who built the Pyramids. The bigger question today is how did one of the five-or-so greatest second basemen to ever draw breath collect only 74% of the votes needed to stroll into Cooperstown legend?

It’s only a matter of time before this mistake is corrected, sure. But in the here and now, we’ve been asked to accept this odd fact without benefit of a laugh track: Johnny Evers is in and Roberto Alomar is out. Which, I suppose, speaks to the boneheadedness of spitting on an umpire.

And then there is the elected Andre Dawson, who was a terrific player, a fine man and a classy teammate who never did anything for his squad except make it better on the field and in the clubhouse. But he’s a Hall-of-Famer the way Millard Fillmore was a president.

Dawson in Cooperstown? Fair enough. But if so, where are Dale Murphy and Tim Raines and Dave Parker and Al Oliver and Dwight Evans and Larry Walker and a whole bunch of other really fine performers, so many of whom, with Dawson, could be twin sons of separate baseball mothers?

And therein lies the Hall of Fame’s problem. It houses under the same roof all those magnificent ballplayers (Ruth and Aaron and Mays and the like) and all those who could be their valets (Cepeda and Schoendienst and Rizzuto and their kind).

Which inspires two simple words: Um, what?

You know, once upon a time there was an awful idea to create a separate wing in the Hall of Fame for Negro Leaguers -- a bad movement ultimately rejected. But now . . . hmmm. A wing for the Frank Robinsons . . . a wing for the Rabbit Maranvilles . . . and a wing for the ’tweeners, the Andre Dawsons.

It is something to ponder. This, as Roberto Alomar drums his fingers.

(Bud Poliquin’s “To The Point” observations, his columns and his freshly-written on-line commentaries appear virtually every day on syracuse.com. Additionally, his work can be regularly found on the pages of The Post-Standard newspaper. E-mail: bpoliquin@syracuse.com.)